Supervisor Yu Sen

"Yu Sen."

Granny Fang ignored Qian Yun standing to the side and immediately called Yu Sen, not caring in the slightest that she was interrupting the branch head while he was in the Wilderness Area.

"Beep!"

About a quarter of an hour later, the large screen on the wall lit up. A figure appeared, dressed in combat gear, lean and wiry, standing amidst ruins and rubble. He asked with a hint of confusion, "Aunt Fang, is there something urgent? I'm currently fighting an Azure Poison Scorpion; it took quite some effort to shake it off."

Granny Fang pointed at Guan Ning and said excitedly, "This is the Guan Ning I just told you about. His footwork has already reached the 'Micro-Level'..."

After speaking, she watched Yu Sen on the screen in silence.

Hearing Granny Fang's words, the usually composed Yu Sen changed his expression, exclaiming in surprise, "Aunt Fang, are you sure?"

Granny Fang seemed to feel that Yu Sen was questioning her judgment and said, somewhat displeased, "Whether it is or not, can't you see for yourself?"

She then instructed with a sarcastic tone, "Xiao Ning, show our great branch head again."

Only then did Yu Sen realize the impropriety of his previous words and hurriedly said, "Aunt Fang..."

"Yes!"

But before he could finish, Guan Ning had already walked into the testing apparatus. Seeing this, Yu Sen had no choice but to stop and observe intently.

Guan Ning moved as if he were a nimble monkey, constantly dodging back and forth, left and right, evading the rubber bullets one after another.

At this moment, Guan Ning, caught in the "hail of bullets," no longer seemed to be taking an assessment, but rather dancing.

At times he would take full-force, wide-striding leaps to evade, and at others, he moved as if dancing on the edge of a blade.

He controlled his body with precision, utilizing the smallest of margins to dodge rubber bullets that seemed impossible to avoid.

"Whoosh!"

Soon, the one-minute assessment time passed.

"Not bad, it is indeed Micro-Level footwork, mastered very proficiently." The lean man nodded in approval; even he was stunned by Guan Ning.

"How about it? Do you believe me now?" Granny Fang rolled her eyes at Yu Sen.

"Aunt Fang, how could I doubt your judgment? I was just a bit surprised, that's all." Yu Sen hurriedly explained; after all, the old woman before him had even taught him back in the day. "Please, calm your anger, calm your anger."

Seeing Yu Sen begging for mercy, Granny Fang knew he hadn't meant it, so she waved her hand and said, "Fine, fine. Since it's been confirmed, you handle it."

Yu Sen was silent for a moment, then said, "Guan Ning, in view of your Micro-Level footwork, I am increasing your starting capital by 30 million and your allowance for purchasing secret manuals by 50 million on top of the original amount."

Watching Guan Ning, whose face was flushed with excitement, Yu Sen smiled and said, "That is to say, you will receive a total of 50 million in starting capital and 100 million in secret manual purchasing credit. Aunt Fang, please prepare the new contract for him."

He then looked at Qian Yun and smiled, "Suzhou City has produced such a genius; Qian Yun, you deserve much of the credit."

Qian Yun couldn't help but show a hint of joy, laughing, "It is mostly because this young man, Guan Ning, is hardworking enough himself."

"Thank you, Supervisor."

Guan Ning knew that this money meant little to Yu Sen, one of the four giants of the Limit Dojo, but it was crucial for him right now, so he thanked him sincerely.

Looking at Guan Ning on the screen, Yu Sen said with a hint of expectation, "Seize the time to cultivate well. When I return, if you can satisfy me, you will receive a massive benefit."

Granny Fang, who had come over with the contract, happened to hear this. She naturally knew what Yu Sen was referring to and looked at Guan Ning with a hint of encouragement.

Qian Yun was also lost in thought.

"I will not fail the Supervisor's high expectations."

Guan Ning also knew what benefit Yu Sen was talking about—it was either the Basic Training Camp or the Elite Training Camp. The Basic Training Camp was more likely, but even so, Guan Ning was extremely happy.

It was now February 17, 2057. There wasn't much time left before the plot began. If he wanted to survive the great changes to come, the only way was to improve his strength as quickly as possible.

Seeing Guan Ning sign the contract, Yu Sen smiled, "Once you officially become a martial artist and possess a martial artist's clearance, you will be qualified to enter the internal network of the Limit Martial Hall to purchase secret manuals. The starting capital will also be deposited directly into your personal martial artist account."

He turned to look at Granny Fang beside him and said, "Aunt Fang, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't keep talking to you. We'll speak when I return to the base city."

"Alright, be careful out there." After saying goodbye to Granny Fang, Yu Sen cut the video feed.

"Xiao Ning, cultivate well after you go back. Don't forget the branch head's words."

Granny Fang earnestly exhorted Guan Ning. For her, being able to see excellent juniors was the greatest comfort in this life.

"Xiao Ning, you must pay attention to what Aunt Fang and Supervisor Yu said. This is a great opportunity."

Qian Yun also urged him.

"Granny Fang, Aunt Qian, please rest assured, I know the gravity of this."

"Aunt Fang, don't worry. Xiao Ning is a sensible child, and besides, don't I have him under my wing? I will definitely keep a close eye on him."

Qian Yun chimed in from the side.

"You, don't be so rash in your work. If something like today happens again, see how I deal with you." Granny Fang thought of today's events and felt a surge of anger, saying fiercely.

"I know, it won't happen next time." Thinking of today's events, Qian Yun also felt a lingering fear. Fortunately, she had gone to Aunt Fang; otherwise, let alone a reward, she might have faced punishment.

Looking at the pitiful-looking Qian Yun and the excited Guan Ning, Granny Fang waved her hand. "Alright, the business is done, you should go. This old woman won't see you out."

"Take care, Aunt Fang."

"Goodbye, Granny."

Guan Ning and Qian Yun had lunch at headquarters, and it wasn't until evening that the two returned to Ginkgo Residential District.

"Xiao Ning, you must seize this opportunity, don't slack off..."

At the entrance of the residential district, Qian Yun repeatedly exhorted.

Guan Ning, having lived two lives, was a little overwhelmed. He said, "Aunt Qian, don't worry, you know me. Even without Supervisor Yu's words, I wouldn't slack off."

"That's true, then I'll be going."

With that, he vanished in a flash.

Changing into his training clothes, he went to the training room on the second floor, stretched his muscles a bit, and took out the practice sword he usually used for sword forms, the Qingming Series 2, which was 98 cm long, 5 cm wide, with a blade length of 75 cm and weighing 3.2 kg.

Guan Ning swung it a couple of times casually, then frowned. "It's indeed much lighter, but there's nothing I can do. I'll have to make do with it and switch tomorrow."

Although unaccustomed to it, Guan Ning still practiced the sword forms meticulously.

What was called sword forms were actually just the thirteen basic stances of swordplay: slash, thrust, parry, sweep, flick, stab, chop, block, intercept, twist, lift, push, and hook.

Having experienced the information overload of his previous life, Guan Ning naturally knew the importance of fundamentals. Moreover, he disdained the publicly available sword forms online, so he had been practicing the basic thirteen stances.

Again and again, thrust! Again and again, slash! Again and again, parry! Again and again, stab!

It was tedious.

It was tiring.

But he seemed oblivious to fatigue, practicing for a solid two hours every day without fail, from the age of six until now, nearly twelve years, not a single day skipped.

Although he had practiced sword forms for two hours, he didn't break out in a heavy sweat or feel utterly exhausted like before. His breathing was just much heavier. Guan Ning sensed his condition and smiled wryly, knowing that even practicing for a few more hours wouldn't bring him to his previous state of exhaustion. He could only put down the sword for now and take it to the basement.

After Guan Ning renovated this villa, the first floor housed the kitchen, living room, and bathroom; the second floor had the equipment room, training room, and two bedrooms; the third floor was a terrace; and the basement was filled with wooden stakes, seemingly thousands of them, standing tall and short, spaced at varying distances, like a dense forest. Above these wooden stakes hung leather balls, densely packed, numbering over a thousand.

Guan Ning had modified this based on the plum blossom stakes from novels in his previous life, all for the purpose of practicing his footwork. Whether in his past life or this one, the foundation of footwork consisted of six steps: advance, walk, leap, retreat, withdraw, and turn.

However, different techniques led to vast differences in skill... Some, when practiced, felt like lightning-fast changes. Others drifted like the wind, and some shifted like ghosts. The intricacies of the footwork varied, resulting in different practical applications.

The method for practicing footwork was simple. The first step was to navigate these wooden stakes, using the basic six steps to avoid touching any of the hanging leather balls within one minute. Guan Ning spent a full six years to complete this;

The second step was to disturb the hanging leather balls, causing them to collide with each other. Completing this by navigating the chaotic wooden stake formation within one minute meant success. Guan Ning spent five years to break through this formation, and his footwork consequently reached the Micro-Level.

These eleven years, Guan Ning practiced sword forms for two hours daily, footwork for two hours, yoga for one hour, read the Dao Scripture for one hour, and still had to attend classes. Coupled with time for eating and sleeping, his 24 hours were fully scheduled.

The hardships involved were known only to him; outsiders could hardly imagine them. Guan's Father and Guan's Mother witnessed all of this and had advised him more than once, but each time Guan Ning remained silent and continued as usual. Unable to do anything else, they could only provide him with ample nutrition, otherwise, how could there be a genius like Guan Ning today?

Getting sidetracked, back to the main point...

Guan Ning approached the wooden stake formation and pushed the surrounding leather bags. The leather bags immediately collided with others, and soon, thousands of leather bags were swaying and bumping into each other. The mutual collisions naturally caused them to sway without pattern.

Seeing this, a sharp glint flashed in Guan Ning's eyes. He darted among the thousands of wooden stakes, dodging obstacles in various postures while using the Qingming Sword to leave marks on the leather balls.

This was his recent training focus: the coordination of sword forms and footwork, which was essential for self-preservation in actual combat.

Two hours later, Guan Ning, looking weary, returned to the training room on the second floor and practiced yoga for an hour. Then he went to the terrace on the third floor, assumed a posture, and circulated "Five Hearts Toward Heaven" to absorb cosmic energy.

Due to his fatigue, his cells were like starving entities, ravenously devouring cosmic energy. His cultivation speed was even slightly faster than the previous day.